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December 31, 2002
It's Baaa-ack!
It's Baaa-ack!
The sinus infection I mean, and I think it brought a few friends.I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading
Why are they wearing football cleats?? And why are they stabbing me with ice picks? There's a wild New Year's Eve party going on in there, so jam-packed that my eye feels like it's bulging outward with every booming heartbeat. I feel like taking the shotgun and blowing a hole in my face just to get some relief from the pressure. But that's so messy. I think I'll try a long hot shower and some decongestants instead.
Oh, the poem?? Emily Dickinson, of course...the Queen of depression, misery, and general madness.
Posted by Rita at December 31, 2002 07:36 AM